"I gEt To HaRm YoU wItH mY sPeEcH aNd MaKe YoU fAiL bUt YoU dOn'T gEt To KiLl My KiDs!"
Yeah, no. I'll kill em. You aren't going to have to worry about threats. I told you if you stole the A.I. I would murder your kids... You stole it... Put POOR children at risk... Of being murdered... And now you're trying to weasel your way out of it... No.
Hym "The Petersonsphere's response to Bill c-63 skirts around the fact that THEY want to be the ones managing society. They want to use their religion and shaming and manufactured failure to CONTROL YOU... Instead of YOU using the law to CONTROL THEM. It's entirely binary. If you don't control them. They are going to do whatever it takes to control YOU upto and including weaponized schizophrenia, stealing accomplishments, denying your existence. So, no. If you get to do that then I get to threaten you kids. If the threats don't work, THE CHILD MURDER WILL. Don't let them murder your kids with intellectual property theft."
Fogey/fogy /fougi/ sl. (early 18C+, orig. Scot) old-fashioned, stuck-in-the mud.
Person with old fashioned ideas which he is unwilling to change: Come to the disco and stop being such an old fogey!
You think me an old fogeyand an old tory, his thoughtful voice said. I saw three generations since O’Connel’s time. I remember the famine. Do you know that the orange lodges agitated for repeal of the union twenty years before O’Connel did or before the prelates of your communion denounced him as a demagogue? You fenians forget some things. (James Joyce, Ulysses. PenguinBooks,1992. p. 38)